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LONG   LANCE

the backs of our heads would hit the ground again.
At first we yelled and thought that we were hav-
ing a lot of fun, but when we saw the fire and the
flying ponies, we got scared and lay on our bellies
and kept quiet. The horses came thundering
past us, dodging us with the nimbleness of dogs
—some of them jumped clear over us, but not
one of us was touched.

When the wind had howled for about fifteen
minutes, big chunks of wet snow started to splash
our faces, and soon a blinding snowstorm was on
us. Winter had broken in the Rockies. As the
wind slowed up the snow increased.

It snowed all that day and night, and all the
next day. Our fathers were out on their snow-
shoes, trying to round up the horses, but these had
not stopped so soon as the men thought they
would. They must have followed the storm with
their speed, and kept going until they were ex-
hausted; for not one of them was ever seen again.
Perhaps their descendants are still roaming the
Rockies among its famous herds of wild horses.